Bright the cloud and bright the glory
(brighter far than mere sun's rays)
opening the gates of heaven
to disciples' awestruck gaze:
power past their senses' saving,
splendor too profound for praise.
All was changed,
all was changed;
and they would never be the same.
Bright the cloud but dark the glory
wrought by human enterprise,
opening with awful terror
stark new worlds before our eyes:
power grasped but far from mastered,
knowledge keen but not yet wise.
All has changed,
all has changed,
and we shall never be the same.
From the cloud and from the glory
human need brought Jesus down:
down to death, then from death rising
to receive a victor's crown.
Lead us, Christ, to prize compassion
more than might, wealth, or renown.
Help us change,
help us change,
that we may never be the same.